WHAT LAY BENEATH.
At first they thought it was all fun and games. They paid no heed to the advice their parents millions of times gave. In their minds, they had to try it out. They had find out what lay beneath. They wanted to know what little creatures crawled behind those old crumbling walls of that house at HILLPOINT, the house their grand parents told them is haunted.
They wanted to know what demon slept their. They wanted to know what monsters bellowed all night- but most of all, they wanted to prove the legend. Curiosity killed the cat.
So on the night of December 31st, 1998, the threesome__ one girl, two boys all not older than 14__ climbed up the winding hill to the old rotting house that stared them back menacing, evil- diabolical. It was like it wanted to quench a thirst for blood. And there coming, down the winding road, where three ignorant little kids. Fools.
When they approached the house, 10 feet maybe, an owl hooted, the harbinger of death. A warning none of the three took. They had to explore, they had to find out. It was like the house had a magical magnet pull that reached out to their souls, it pulled them, 5 feet now.
For a hill, it was too silent, no wind, and no creatures in the grass sang their evening songs. It was 6PM. It was like the creatures knew the house reeked of death, so they kept away. Even the wind. The atmosphere was dry_barren.
The girl finally broke the silence,
"Let's go home guys!" She nudged the boys, her voice trembling. But they heard nothing, they were hypnotised. They didn't have control over themselves. The house smiled. It's windows so dark, no sign of life inside. No sign of anything good. They still didn't care.
She spoke up again, this time taking a step backwards, holding the teddy bear she always carried with her even tighter, "Come on guys, let's go back!" She almost screamed and cried. She stamped her feet on the ground. They didn't care. They had to get it and maybe greet the devil that lived in that old ragged house.
"Go home Suzy." One of the boys replied and continued "adventures aren't for the weak at heart."
He didn't even bother to look back as he said this. His gaze was only on the house, his and the other boy's mouths feel agape, as if they were awe struck. There eyes devilishly black, no sense of humanity left in them. None at all. They now belonged to the house. Their souls doomed to be trapped in it forever.
One step close to the door. The taller of the boys opened it. It let out a long menacing and satanic Creek, as if it were laughing at them. For being foolish preferably.
Once opened, it let out a strong gush of air that sucked the boys in. They screamed! But it was too late.
And while Suzy stood their crying, weeping and sobbing, at the window, she saw two glows, red in color. The monster stared at her. The demon lusted for her. She felt the pull and towards the house she went, like a zombie. Doomed to die. At the hands of whatever lay beneath.
They got their answers, but they didn't live long enough to evaluate them.
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At first they thought it was all fun and games. They paid no heed to the advice their parents millions of times gave. In their minds, they had to try it out. They had find out what lay beneath. They wanted to know what little creatures crawled behind those old crumbling walls of that house at HILLPOINT, the house their grand parents told them is haunted.
They wanted to know what demon slept their. They wanted to know what monsters bellowed all night- but most of all, they wanted to prove the legend. Curiosity killed the cat.
So on the night of December 31st, 1998, the threesome__ one girl, two boys all not older than 14__ climbed up the winding hill to the old rotting house that stared them back menacing, evil- diabolical. It was like it wanted to quench a thirst for blood. And there coming, down the winding road, where three ignorant little kids. Fools.
When they approached the house, 10 feet maybe, an owl hooted, the harbinger of death. A warning none of the three took. They had to explore, they had to find out. It was like the house had a magical magnet pull that reached out to their souls, it pulled them, 5 feet now.
For a hill, it was too silent, no wind, and no creatures in the grass sang their evening songs. It was 6PM. It was like the creatures knew the house reeked of death, so they kept away. Even the wind. The atmosphere was dry_barren.
The girl finally broke the silence,
"Let's go home guys!" She nudged the boys, her voice trembling. But they heard nothing, they were hypnotised. They didn't have control over themselves. The house smiled. It's windows so dark, no sign of life inside. No sign of anything good. They still didn't care.
She spoke up again, this time taking a step backwards, holding the teddy bear she always carried with her even tighter, "Come on guys, let's go back!" She almost screamed and cried. She stamped her feet on the ground. They didn't care. They had to get it and maybe greet the devil that lived in that old ragged house.
"Go home Suzy." One of the boys replied and continued "adventures aren't for the weak at heart."
He didn't even bother to look back as he said this. His gaze was only on the house, his and the other boy's mouths feel agape, as if they were awe struck. There eyes devilishly black, no sense of humanity left in them. None at all. They now belonged to the house. Their souls doomed to be trapped in it forever.
One step close to the door. The taller of the boys opened it. It let out a long menacing and satanic Creek, as if it were laughing at them. For being foolish preferably.
Once opened, it let out a strong gush of air that sucked the boys in. They screamed! But it was too late.
And while Suzy stood their crying, weeping and sobbing, at the window, she saw two glows, red in color. The monster stared at her. The demon lusted for her. She felt the pull and towards the house she went, like a zombie. Doomed to die. At the hands of whatever lay beneath.
They got their answers, but they didn't live long enough to evaluate them.
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A Little SquirrelA Little Squirrel
It was one of those days when you could find me on the balcony sitting cross-legged on a chair, occasionally tapping my head with a pen and, of course, with an empty mind and an empty page. You could see me gazing into the distance, trying to invoke my muse. Staring at the plain sky didn’t help. I looked around; not a soul in sight, not even the fluttering of a butterfly could be heard. I was hopelessly lost. Not that I’m a great writer experiencing a writer’s block but a novice whose writing skills are still in an embryonic stage. It seemed like everything in the universe was plotting against me.
“Ah, blame the universe now! You are always deprived of ideas. I have been waiting forever to see at least one word on that paper,” he quipped when I shared my thoughts. He is such a grinch, I must say. Here I am, trying to move heaven and earth and look at him, leaving me in the lurch.
“Hey, thanks! You are so supportive!” I frowned in dismay.
“Well, what’s with the negativity? Lift the veil of your eyes and glance around. Look into nature; you have everything you are looking for. Only you have to seek and find them. You should know that it won’t be plain sailing. Always remember that,” and he left.
He always tends to skedaddle every time after giving free advice because he hates to be in a situation where I pour every blame on him even if he does nothing.
I determined to look around for ideas to come and seek me. “Oh, no, it should be the other way around,” I reminded myself.
Right in front of the balcony was a jackfruit tree. Nature was bountiful enough to weigh it down with ample fruits. I noticed a little squirrel squeaking and scanning the tree before lying upside down, like a gymnast, on a ripened fruit and started feasting on it. The incessant screeching of the crickets could be heard from a distance as if they wouldn’t let the poor little squirrel have a peaceful meal. While my eyes were feasting on the squirrel feasting on the jackfruit, a giant squirrel jumped out of nowhere and scared the little one off, which was too chicken to start a fight. It climbed up, hid behind the leaves and waited for the big one to go back. Unfortunately, it had to wait forever to climb down and fill his tummy.
“Why didn’t he choose any other fruits as there were thousands of them? I don’t know. Why did the big one choose this fruit in particular while there were thousands of them? I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what?” returned he intending to taunt me. That’s when I realised that I was speaking aloud.
“Still staring at blank?” he continued.
I punched him in the hand and pulled him closer. I recounted the events to him. He chuckled, knowing that my only concern was about that one jackfruit that both the squirrels feasted upon and not how I overlooked his self will and also how the poor little one held his hunger till he could get hold of the fruit again.
“See, everyone is free to choose anything they like. And, I loved how it was resolute in holding on to the one he chose at first and how he remained calm even in adversities. What matters is he didn’t give up easily. We should learn from him,” explained he.
Exactly! Even though that thought didn’t cross my mind, I learnt a great lesson from that tiny creature. Feeling happy, I took my pen to write about the little squirrel.
A Little SquirrelA Little Squirrel
It was one of those days when you could find me on the balcony sitting cross-legged on a chair, occasionally tapping my head with a pen and, of course, with an empty mind and an empty page. You could see me gazing into the distance, trying to invoke my muse. Staring at the plain sky didn’t help. I looked around; not a soul in sight, not even the fluttering of a butterfly could be heard. I was hopelessly lost. Not that I’m a great writer experiencing a writer’s block but a novice whose writing skills are still in an embryonic stage. It seemed like everything in the universe was plotting against me.
“Ah, blame the universe now! You are always deprived of ideas. I have been waiting forever to see at least one word on that paper,” he quipped when I shared my thoughts. He is such a grinch, I must say. Here I am, trying to move heaven and earth and look at him, leaving me in the lurch.
“Hey, thanks! You are so supportive!” I frowned in dismay.
“Well, what’s with the negativity? Lift the veil of your eyes and glance around. Look into nature; you have everything you are looking for. Only you have to seek and find them. You should know that it won’t be plain sailing. Always remember that,” and he left.
He always tends to skedaddle every time after giving free advice because he hates to be in a situation where I pour every blame on him even if he does nothing.
I determined to look around for ideas to come and seek me. “Oh, no, it should be the other way around,” I reminded myself.
Right in front of the balcony was a jackfruit tree. Nature was bountiful enough to weigh it down with ample fruits. I noticed a little squirrel squeaking and scanning the tree before lying upside down, like a gymnast, on a ripened fruit and started feasting on it. The incessant screeching of the crickets could be heard from a distance as if they wouldn’t let the poor little squirrel have a peaceful meal. While my eyes were feasting on the squirrel feasting on the jackfruit, a giant squirrel jumped out of nowhere and scared the little one off, which was too chicken to start a fight. It climbed up, hid behind the leaves and waited for the big one to go back. Unfortunately, it had to wait forever to climb down and fill his tummy.
“Why didn’t he choose any other fruits as there were thousands of them? I don’t know. Why did the big one choose this fruit in particular while there were thousands of them? I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what?” returned he intending to taunt me. That’s when I realised that I was speaking aloud.
“Still staring at blank?” he continued.
I punched him in the hand and pulled him closer. I recounted the events to him. He chuckled, knowing that my only concern was about that one jackfruit that both the squirrels feasted upon and not how I overlooked his self will and also how the poor little one held his hunger till he could get hold of the fruit again.
“See, everyone is free to choose anything they like. And, I loved how it was resolute in holding on to the one he chose at first and how he remained calm even in adversities. What matters is he didn’t give up easily. We should learn from him,” explained he.
Exactly! Even though that thought didn’t cross my mind, I learnt a great lesson from that tiny creature. Feeling happy, I took my pen to write about the little squirrel.
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Grabbing her wrist. Rubbing the small space between her palm and the soft skin covering her veins. Traveling to the crease of her arm. She had worked hard today. Her clients were pleased with the outcome. Each one feeling a sense of ease and comfort from the constant energy surrounding them. Some came because pain in the physical sense. Others because something deeper. More hidden and yet still calling out. It wasn’t something she had learned in text or class. It was a part of her. This unending need to draw their pain, their confusion into her core. Transform it back into something able to give them rest. Her hands were something more than flesh and her heart was more than beat. She was filled with something that could not be described, only felt. A smile crossed her lips as the gratitude filled her soul. In a world where so many were without purpose. She had found hers.
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Grabbing her wrist. Rubbing the small space between her palm and the soft skin covering her veins. Traveling to the crease of her arm. She had worked hard today. Her clients were pleased with the outcome. Each one feeling a sense of ease and comfort from the constant energy surrounding them. Some came because pain in the physical sense. Others because something deeper. More hidden and yet still calling out. It wasn’t something she had learned in text or class. It was a part of her. This unending need to draw their pain, their confusion into her core. Transform it back into something able to give them rest. Her hands were something more than flesh and her heart was more than beat. She was filled with something that could not be described, only felt. A smile crossed her lips as the gratitude filled her soul. In a world where so many were without purpose. She had found hers.
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What was it that made this interaction so endearing? Some called her gifted. Others said she was Intuitive. She always knew the right touch. The right words. There wasn’t a moment the mind couldn’t escape. Finding a peace in the shadows. Using the stillness within her. A calm. She could connect on a level that even friends and family had shied away from. Her light and their darkness would dance.
What was it that made this interaction so endearing? Some called her gifted. Others said she was Intuitive. She always knew the right touch. The right words. There wasn’t a moment the mind couldn’t escape. Finding a peace in the shadows. Using the stillness within her. A calm. She could connect on a level that even friends and family had shied away from. Her light and their darkness would dance.
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What was it that transformed her? Were people just born like this? No it was like a path that swirled within her journey. An awakening. Suffering had been her constant and chaos her normal. Her escape was her imagination, her song, her dance. The way she saw such light touch everything. Knowing she was protected even though her physical world would prove otherwise. She had a blood line but not a family. She spoke with nature. Saw herself in creatures. Believed in the impossible. It wasn’t something she did that made the difference. When trying things it always seemed like an uphill battle. When allowing things. Her life shifted. She had a realization that everything in life had its place.
What was it that transformed her? Were people just born like this? No it was like a path that swirled within her journey. An awakening. Suffering had been her constant and chaos her normal. Her escape was her imagination, her song, her dance. The way she saw such light touch everything. Knowing she was protected even though her physical world would prove otherwise. She had a blood line but not a family. She spoke with nature. Saw herself in creatures. Believed in the impossible. It wasn’t something she did that made the difference. When trying things it always seemed like an uphill battle. When allowing things. Her life shifted. She had a realization that everything in life had its place.
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Her space was her sanctuary. Her escape. She listened to waves crash in the background. The ambiance of a soft glow surrounded her. She would take a breath in through her mouth feel the air upon her tongue and travel into her belly. She was free.
Her space was her sanctuary. Her escape. She listened to waves crash in the background. The ambiance of a soft glow surrounded her. She would take a breath in through her mouth feel the air upon her tongue and travel into her belly. She was free.
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It was as if being revived. Her mind allowed thoughts to enter. Leaving all attachments behind. Her focus was on what was hidden behind the voices. There was something pulling her from her body. Desensitizing her. Allowing her spirit to break away. This was meditation. This was how she could keep going. This was her recharge.
It was as if being revived. Her mind allowed thoughts to enter. Leaving all attachments behind. Her focus was on what was hidden behind the voices. There was something pulling her from her body. Desensitizing her. Allowing her spirit to break away. This was meditation. This was how she could keep going. This was her recharge.
JUST ANOTHER LIE...
Ever since I started walking he was always next to me. I have known him forever. I loved him forever. He was my best friend before even knowing what friendship was.
Whenever he held me tight I never wanted to let him go.
When others made me cry, he was the only person who made me smile.
There were so many times I wanted to tell him how I felt. I never knew what to say, just like today.
Standing in here embellished my face with a smile. All eyes on us made me feel overwhelmed.
Holding up the glass and all I could think of. What should I say?
Should I say how much I love him?
Should I say I will always love him and he is the love of my life?
Should I say how I really feel?
Or just another lie.
All these years I waited to see love in his eyes. And there it is, for a fraction of second I saw that love in his eyes gazed around just to see the love of his life.
Finally he looked at me raising his glass.
The time has come.
Now what do I say?
That I loved him the most?
That earth stops spinning when he looks at me every time.
Or just another lie.
Well among all the thought that was running in my head all my mouth could comprehend was just another lie.
A congratulatory toss on his wedding day.
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Ever since I started walking he was always next to me. I have known him forever. I loved him forever. He was my best friend before even knowing what friendship was.
Whenever he held me tight I never wanted to let him go.
When others made me cry, he was the only person who made me smile.
There were so many times I wanted to tell him how I felt. I never knew what to say, just like today.
Standing in here embellished my face with a smile. All eyes on us made me feel overwhelmed.
Holding up the glass and all I could think of. What should I say?
Should I say how much I love him?
Should I say I will always love him and he is the love of my life?
Should I say how I really feel?
Or just another lie.
All these years I waited to see love in his eyes. And there it is, for a fraction of second I saw that love in his eyes gazed around just to see the love of his life.
Finally he looked at me raising his glass.
The time has come.
Now what do I say?
That I loved him the most?
That earth stops spinning when he looks at me every time.
Or just another lie.
Well among all the thought that was running in my head all my mouth could comprehend was just another lie.
A congratulatory toss on his wedding day.
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Nights either end too quickly or carry on for far too long- it's the always-present unwillingness to accept that things have to end, have to finish, have to disappear in eternity.
The creatures, they come out at dusk, full of unanswered yearning within their souls, searching, in hopeful desperation pushing the façade of good times still to be had.
Drops of poison remaining on the strained, painted lips, and powders disappear through the rolled-up notes into the nostrils.
Long enough and everyone starts getting lost in the moment of these Dionysian nights.
Masks start to slip off, falling to the sticky floor covered in sick and expectations.
The works of art carved in stone start to crumble like granite.
The horror lies not in strangers seeing you for the beautiful mess you are; it's the inevitable face off in the mirror with a naked reflection of a subdued mind.
Fear stripped the outer layer of paint, leaving a defenceless medley of colours, rust and raw emotions;
this swaying creature that's supposed to be you, having fun, is just you – confused and unsure of who you are any more.
All you do know is what you don't want – to spend your life as a shadow.
You know that a night spent embracing a stranger is better than a stranger night alone.
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The creatures, they come out at dusk, full of unanswered yearning within their souls, searching, in hopeful desperation pushing the façade of good times still to be had.
Drops of poison remaining on the strained, painted lips, and powders disappear through the rolled-up notes into the nostrils.
Long enough and everyone starts getting lost in the moment of these Dionysian nights.
Masks start to slip off, falling to the sticky floor covered in sick and expectations.
The works of art carved in stone start to crumble like granite.
The horror lies not in strangers seeing you for the beautiful mess you are; it's the inevitable face off in the mirror with a naked reflection of a subdued mind.
Fear stripped the outer layer of paint, leaving a defenceless medley of colours, rust and raw emotions;
this swaying creature that's supposed to be you, having fun, is just you – confused and unsure of who you are any more.
All you do know is what you don't want – to spend your life as a shadow.
You know that a night spent embracing a stranger is better than a stranger night alone.
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Listening to the rustling of the trees. Feeling the warmth of the sun. A moment a thousand words couldn’t describe. A stillness so profound she could feel the energy beneath the ground. Stirring below her feet. A vibration that traveled through her limbs and into her soul. She sighed with relief. A smile appearing at the corners of her mouth. A light within her eyes. This was perfect. She thought of how many moments wasted. Always staying busy. Having a mindset of lack. A constant want for more. How disturbing to be in that whirlwind. Never alone yet always cut away. She wondered how many others were in this realization. This dawning of a wisdom beyond age and time. She glanced at her palms as she turned them to the sky. Feeling the wind but never seeing it, all it’s wonder and beauty. A contentment filled her as she closed her mouth only letting her thoughts become her sound speaking to the energy all around and patiently waiting for its echo from the ground.
Listening to the rustling of the trees. Feeling the warmth of the sun. A moment a thousand words couldn’t describe. A stillness so profound she could feel the energy beneath the ground. Stirring below her feet. A vibration that traveled through her limbs and into her soul. She sighed with relief. A smile appearing at the corners of her mouth. A light within her eyes. This was perfect. She thought of how many moments wasted. Always staying busy. Having a mindset of lack. A constant want for more. How disturbing to be in that whirlwind. Never alone yet always cut away. She wondered how many others were in this realization. This dawning of a wisdom beyond age and time. She glanced at her palms as she turned them to the sky. Feeling the wind but never seeing it, all it’s wonder and beauty. A contentment filled her as she closed her mouth only letting her thoughts become her sound speaking to the energy all around and patiently waiting for its echo from the ground.
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Her heart skipped a beat with knowing that this was the one place where she was pushed. This was a place of constant learning. A place she knew no matter what she could spread her wings. She could continue to grow and transform and be whatever it is that was needed in that moment.
Her heart skipped a beat with knowing that this was the one place where she was pushed. This was a place of constant learning. A place she knew no matter what she could spread her wings. She could continue to grow and transform and be whatever it is that was needed in that moment.
You named yourself after some french bathtub because well, who knows. I'm startled because I guess somewhere, some point in your life you were impulsive and even spontaneous. I feel like I need to ask what happened? And who happened for you to be this careful and calculated now? So bound by two rules. The ones they set: your parents, your friends and the whole godamn society that acts like they know more about living in your shoes than you do. And the ones you set: the hard shells you built out of the broken pieces of your heart and lined with the tattered fragments of your soul. You named yourself after a bathtub because you wanted an identity you could use to wash all of your past sins. You named yourself after a French bathtub because you had taste. Or maybe for some other reason, but I wish it was as spontaneous as I thought it out to be.
- New Small 2
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Wandering with a slightly numb head, coffee getting cold. I remember your fight over coffee with less sugar & caffeine more. The unending war over the opposite taste of music leaves me frowned unless you caress me into arms. Though enjoy the taste of this sweet-bitter love.
I used to be very interested in listening to unsung war stories until you leave me after the holidays. Strangely, this time, it was kinda difficult to let you go, I don't know where my potential was lost. Though you never had a choice. You were lying next to me still my eyes were wide open with the fear of untimely orders to return to duty. By the dawn, I kept holding you from the back, pampering my trembling soul. Watching you dressing up raising my heartbeat as time is fleeting. Your steps heading towards outside filling emotions into my eyes. I ran to hug you as if this was the last hug.
Till now it takes me long to realise, that was the last hug but I keep myself moving with the essence of your strong coffee with less sugar & caffeine more.
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I used to be very interested in listening to unsung war stories until you leave me after the holidays. Strangely, this time, it was kinda difficult to let you go, I don't know where my potential was lost. Though you never had a choice. You were lying next to me still my eyes were wide open with the fear of untimely orders to return to duty. By the dawn, I kept holding you from the back, pampering my trembling soul. Watching you dressing up raising my heartbeat as time is fleeting. Your steps heading towards outside filling emotions into my eyes. I ran to hug you as if this was the last hug.
Till now it takes me long to realise, that was the last hug but I keep myself moving with the essence of your strong coffee with less sugar & caffeine more.
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Why did I do that?
I am furious with myself. I slammed my door open and kicked out my shoes. Threw my heavy key chain on the mirror. It crashed loudly and then there was this complete silence.
My hands were still trembling. I washed the blood off my fingers. Blood stains were all over my t shirt and some were on my pants too. First i thought i will wash them.. then I decided to burn them altogether.
My house was a glass house. Completely transparent. Atleast how they make houses in 2050. Right to privacy was never known to anybody. I took all my dress and threw them in a steel bin, poured some petrol and lit the fire... God!!!! It s burning forever'....
The haunting of today's incident came as a flash before my eyes. This weird looking guy was following me for the past 2 weeks. Wherever I he was there. Today I was standing at this building top trying to think about something and there he came.
I didn't have anything to defend or scare him. I don't wanna talk to him. I ran away but his footsteps are getting closer every second. Suddenly I remember this knife
keychain i had in my bag. I took and and swung back to threaten him. But he was too close.....The knife pierced his eyeball and went in some more....we both screamed in fear and pain. He fell down and was muttering...we.. are the lasst per... persons.... In this ....plan.. planet....but..... and then he stopped moving... I turned back and ran and ran and ran.... Ran some more......
The clothes were fully burnt... I flushed the ashes down the toilet and the sound reverberated all over the house. There was an eerie silence... I was finally relaxed and wanted to sleep.... And crashed on the bed........I like this silence. Or.. Is this too silent?????
finally jus I was dozing off to sleep...... The phone stated ringing!!!!
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I am furious with myself. I slammed my door open and kicked out my shoes. Threw my heavy key chain on the mirror. It crashed loudly and then there was this complete silence.
My hands were still trembling. I washed the blood off my fingers. Blood stains were all over my t shirt and some were on my pants too. First i thought i will wash them.. then I decided to burn them altogether.
My house was a glass house. Completely transparent. Atleast how they make houses in 2050. Right to privacy was never known to anybody. I took all my dress and threw them in a steel bin, poured some petrol and lit the fire... God!!!! It s burning forever'....
The haunting of today's incident came as a flash before my eyes. This weird looking guy was following me for the past 2 weeks. Wherever I he was there. Today I was standing at this building top trying to think about something and there he came.
I didn't have anything to defend or scare him. I don't wanna talk to him. I ran away but his footsteps are getting closer every second. Suddenly I remember this knife
keychain i had in my bag. I took and and swung back to threaten him. But he was too close.....The knife pierced his eyeball and went in some more....we both screamed in fear and pain. He fell down and was muttering...we.. are the lasst per... persons.... In this ....plan.. planet....but..... and then he stopped moving... I turned back and ran and ran and ran.... Ran some more......
The clothes were fully burnt... I flushed the ashes down the toilet and the sound reverberated all over the house. There was an eerie silence... I was finally relaxed and wanted to sleep.... And crashed on the bed........I like this silence. Or.. Is this too silent?????
finally jus I was dozing off to sleep...... The phone stated ringing!!!!
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Trapped- Part 1
The crowd screamed. An uproar rose as though coming from thousands of human frying in hot oils in the dark pitches of hell.
Behind the stage Lisa took a few deep breaths. Her knees shaking from the nervousness, her bladder making her take the road to washroom one too many times. The SoFi stadium in Inglewood was huge and it was filled to the max. Lisa took one final breath, put her earpiece in it's place and waited under the stage. She will appear on stage after the opening act was finished. Her mind was entering into a state of maximum concentration, nothing could go wrong today. Little did she know that this was her last performance ever.
Her crew queued her, the lift took her on the stage. She was the main act, the uproar from crowd almost brought her to tears, everyone cheered and called out her name. She was living her dream. It didn't take long however for this dream to turn into a nightmare.
Halfway through her performance she approached the edge of the stage to get closer to her fans. Her fans pressed hard to get just one touch of her glimmering skin. She walked across, giving her fans a sweeping touch of her hands. It was going smoothly, her hand floated seemlesly over the wave of infinite fingers, unless someone grabbed her hand making her halt her surfing. Being as professional as she was, she continued singing while simultaneously trying to get rid of the hold. When she failed to do it for a few seconds she looked back and froze. The music and back track kept running but she was no longer aware of her surroundings.
The walls around her seemed to close, although there were none to begin with. She found herself teleported in a dimly lit small room. The air smelled dank from being caught in for a long time. It was a nauseating mix of smell of canned food, exotic perfumes, unwashed clothes and bedding. In the background the soft music played "locked in your love" it was called.
Lisa wrote and sang it. It was a smash hit and soon it climbed to the top of the charts. Lisa remembered how happy she was when she heard about the song's success. She cried tears of joy and did her happy uncaring dance. Anyone who heard it could not help but feel absolutely mesmerized, a review said back then.
However, Lisa wasn't mesmerized now. She was sick to stomach of this song that was playing on a loop for days. The voice came from the four speakers that were in the four corners of the room. Lisa tried to reach them often but she was always stopped by the chain in her leg. Her left leg was chained to one leg of the bed. The chain was long enough to let her move about in the room but not long enough to let her reach the door of speakers. All she could do was scream at the walls for deliverance, but the walls filled with her own smiling photos screamed back at her.
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The crowd screamed. An uproar rose as though coming from thousands of human frying in hot oils in the dark pitches of hell.
Behind the stage Lisa took a few deep breaths. Her knees shaking from the nervousness, her bladder making her take the road to washroom one too many times. The SoFi stadium in Inglewood was huge and it was filled to the max. Lisa took one final breath, put her earpiece in it's place and waited under the stage. She will appear on stage after the opening act was finished. Her mind was entering into a state of maximum concentration, nothing could go wrong today. Little did she know that this was her last performance ever.
Her crew queued her, the lift took her on the stage. She was the main act, the uproar from crowd almost brought her to tears, everyone cheered and called out her name. She was living her dream. It didn't take long however for this dream to turn into a nightmare.
Halfway through her performance she approached the edge of the stage to get closer to her fans. Her fans pressed hard to get just one touch of her glimmering skin. She walked across, giving her fans a sweeping touch of her hands. It was going smoothly, her hand floated seemlesly over the wave of infinite fingers, unless someone grabbed her hand making her halt her surfing. Being as professional as she was, she continued singing while simultaneously trying to get rid of the hold. When she failed to do it for a few seconds she looked back and froze. The music and back track kept running but she was no longer aware of her surroundings.
The walls around her seemed to close, although there were none to begin with. She found herself teleported in a dimly lit small room. The air smelled dank from being caught in for a long time. It was a nauseating mix of smell of canned food, exotic perfumes, unwashed clothes and bedding. In the background the soft music played "locked in your love" it was called.
Lisa wrote and sang it. It was a smash hit and soon it climbed to the top of the charts. Lisa remembered how happy she was when she heard about the song's success. She cried tears of joy and did her happy uncaring dance. Anyone who heard it could not help but feel absolutely mesmerized, a review said back then.
However, Lisa wasn't mesmerized now. She was sick to stomach of this song that was playing on a loop for days. The voice came from the four speakers that were in the four corners of the room. Lisa tried to reach them often but she was always stopped by the chain in her leg. Her left leg was chained to one leg of the bed. The chain was long enough to let her move about in the room but not long enough to let her reach the door of speakers. All she could do was scream at the walls for deliverance, but the walls filled with her own smiling photos screamed back at her.
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Why did I do that?
I am furious with myself. I slammed my door open and kicked out my shoes. Threw my heavy key chain on the mirror. It crashed loudly and then there was this complete silence.
My hands were still trembling. I washed the blood off my fingers. Blood stains were all over my t shirt and some were on my pants too. First i thought i will wash them.. then I decided to burn them altogether.
The haunting of today's incident came as a flash before my eyes. This weird looking guy was following me for the past 2 weeks. Wherever I he was there. Today I was standing at this building top trying to think about something and there he came.
I didn't have anything to defend or scare him. I don't wanna talk to him. I ran away but his footsteps are getting closer every second. Suddenly I remember this knife keychain i had in my bag. I took and and swung back to threaten him. But he was too close.....The knife pierced his eyeball and went in some more....we both screamed in fear and pain. He fell down and was muttering...we.. are the lasst per... persons.... In this ....plan.. planet....but..... and then he stopped moving... I turned back and ran and ran and ran.... Ran some more......
My house was a glass house. Completely transparent. Atleast how they make houses in 2050. Right to privacy was never known to anybody. I took all my dresses and threw them in a steel bin, poured some petrol and lit the fire... God!!!! It s burning forever'....
The clothes were fully burnt... I flushed the ashes down the toilet and the sound reverberated all over the house. There was an eerie silence... I was finally relaxed and wanted to sleep.... And crashed on the bed........I like this silence. Or.. Is this too silent?????
finally jus I was dozing off to sleep...... The phone stated ringing!!!!
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I am furious with myself. I slammed my door open and kicked out my shoes. Threw my heavy key chain on the mirror. It crashed loudly and then there was this complete silence.
My hands were still trembling. I washed the blood off my fingers. Blood stains were all over my t shirt and some were on my pants too. First i thought i will wash them.. then I decided to burn them altogether.
The haunting of today's incident came as a flash before my eyes. This weird looking guy was following me for the past 2 weeks. Wherever I he was there. Today I was standing at this building top trying to think about something and there he came.
I didn't have anything to defend or scare him. I don't wanna talk to him. I ran away but his footsteps are getting closer every second. Suddenly I remember this knife keychain i had in my bag. I took and and swung back to threaten him. But he was too close.....The knife pierced his eyeball and went in some more....we both screamed in fear and pain. He fell down and was muttering...we.. are the lasst per... persons.... In this ....plan.. planet....but..... and then he stopped moving... I turned back and ran and ran and ran.... Ran some more......
My house was a glass house. Completely transparent. Atleast how they make houses in 2050. Right to privacy was never known to anybody. I took all my dresses and threw them in a steel bin, poured some petrol and lit the fire... God!!!! It s burning forever'....
The clothes were fully burnt... I flushed the ashes down the toilet and the sound reverberated all over the house. There was an eerie silence... I was finally relaxed and wanted to sleep.... And crashed on the bed........I like this silence. Or.. Is this too silent?????
finally jus I was dozing off to sleep...... The phone stated ringing!!!!
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Of Shapes and Bones
by Joshua C. Pipkins
“Are you the devil?” The man asks me. His eyes are no longer eyes, but milk. "No," I say, "but I am dead like you."
“So I have died,” he says, and there's a hint of melancholy in his otherwise deadpan voice. His body is stiff and unmoving, caught against a collection of rocks at the edge of the stream. I plant my knees in the grass next to him.
“You are my guide,” he says.
“I am. My name is Vergil,” I say.
He falls silent, the water sparkling like stars against his skin. After several moments, he answers. “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know,” I tell him, “I know everything about you, Daniel.”
“Then take me,” he says, “I want to see my husband.”
A gust of wind blows through the meadow. Trees bend and rustle. The flowers whisper solemnly in my ears. I take his hand into my own, flesh and bone intertwined, and snatch the Shape from his body.
I lead him into the Crossing, where the pit awaits at the heart of the sea, vast mounds of colors falling and rising like time-struck mountains beneath our feet. “It’s beautiful,” he says as we walk. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
Then I ask him, “If you’d seen everything in life, what would be the mystery in death?”
“I guess that’s true,” he laughs, though it sounds more like leaves being blown in the wind. “It’s just… I stopped believing in a Heaven so long ago. I figured that if one did actually exist, I wouldn’t ever see it.”
I say, “You loved who you loved.”
“Yes, I loved who I loved,” he says.
Then he asks, “Am I going to hell, Vergil?”
“Do you believe you’re going to hell, Daniel?”
“I don’t know,” he says, “I spent my entire life hearing that I would. I guess I’d be a little disappointed if I didn’t. All that time spent wondering when I ran away from home with Henry, worrying that I’d done something unforgivable.”
“There’s no such thing,” I tell him, “In the end, love is still love. I don’t think there’s anything more worthy of Heaven than a man who sacrifices for love.”
He can’t smile, but I feel as if he is, and as we near the pit at the heart of the Crossing, a deep sapphire light burning in its core, he lets go of my hand and drifts toward the edge.
“My daughter,” he says, “Does she… know about me?”
“She received a call this morning. She’s grieving, but she’ll be okay.”
“I became so… distant after Henry died,” he says, “I closed myself off from the world when she was still in college. I stopped accepting her calls. I wanted nothing to do with the world if he wasn’t there by my side. I just lied in bed and let the time take me. I was so selfish, Vergil.”
Then he says, “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know. I know everything about you, remember?”
He nods, then stares down into the light with apprehension. For an eternity he stands there, saying nothing, the world around him living and dying again and again.
He jumps.
“Are you God?” the little girl asks me. “No,” I tell her. “But I am dead like you.”
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by Joshua C. Pipkins
“Are you the devil?” The man asks me. His eyes are no longer eyes, but milk. "No," I say, "but I am dead like you."
“So I have died,” he says, and there's a hint of melancholy in his otherwise deadpan voice. His body is stiff and unmoving, caught against a collection of rocks at the edge of the stream. I plant my knees in the grass next to him.
“You are my guide,” he says.
“I am. My name is Vergil,” I say.
He falls silent, the water sparkling like stars against his skin. After several moments, he answers. “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know,” I tell him, “I know everything about you, Daniel.”
“Then take me,” he says, “I want to see my husband.”
A gust of wind blows through the meadow. Trees bend and rustle. The flowers whisper solemnly in my ears. I take his hand into my own, flesh and bone intertwined, and snatch the Shape from his body.
I lead him into the Crossing, where the pit awaits at the heart of the sea, vast mounds of colors falling and rising like time-struck mountains beneath our feet. “It’s beautiful,” he says as we walk. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
Then I ask him, “If you’d seen everything in life, what would be the mystery in death?”
“I guess that’s true,” he laughs, though it sounds more like leaves being blown in the wind. “It’s just… I stopped believing in a Heaven so long ago. I figured that if one did actually exist, I wouldn’t ever see it.”
I say, “You loved who you loved.”
“Yes, I loved who I loved,” he says.
Then he asks, “Am I going to hell, Vergil?”
“Do you believe you’re going to hell, Daniel?”
“I don’t know,” he says, “I spent my entire life hearing that I would. I guess I’d be a little disappointed if I didn’t. All that time spent wondering when I ran away from home with Henry, worrying that I’d done something unforgivable.”
“There’s no such thing,” I tell him, “In the end, love is still love. I don’t think there’s anything more worthy of Heaven than a man who sacrifices for love.”
He can’t smile, but I feel as if he is, and as we near the pit at the heart of the Crossing, a deep sapphire light burning in its core, he lets go of my hand and drifts toward the edge.
“My daughter,” he says, “Does she… know about me?”
“She received a call this morning. She’s grieving, but she’ll be okay.”
“I became so… distant after Henry died,” he says, “I closed myself off from the world when she was still in college. I stopped accepting her calls. I wanted nothing to do with the world if he wasn’t there by my side. I just lied in bed and let the time take me. I was so selfish, Vergil.”
Then he says, “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know. I know everything about you, remember?”
He nods, then stares down into the light with apprehension. For an eternity he stands there, saying nothing, the world around him living and dying again and again.
He jumps.
“Are you God?” the little girl asks me. “No,” I tell her. “But I am dead like you.”
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Of Shapes and Bones
by Joshua C. Pipkins
“Are you the devil?” The man asks me. His eyes are no longer eyes, but milk. "No," I say, "but I am dead like you."
“So I have died,” he says, and there's a hint of melancholy in his otherwise deadpan voice. His body is stiff and unmoving, caught against a collection of rocks at the edge of the stream. I plant my knees in the grass next to him.
“You are my guide,” he says.
“I am. My name is Vergil,” I say.
He falls silent, the water sparkling like stars against his skin. After several moments, he answers. “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know,” I tell him, “I know everything about you, Daniel.”
“Then take me,” he says, “I want to see my husband.”
A gust of wind blows through the meadow. Trees bend and rustle. The flowers whisper solemnly in my ears. I take his hand into my own, flesh and bone intertwined, and snatch the Shape from his body.
I lead him into the Crossing, where the pit awaits at the heart of the sea, vast mounds of colors falling and rising like time-struck mountains beneath our feet. “It’s beautiful,” he says as we walk. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
Then I ask him, “If you’d seen everything in life, what would be the mystery in death?”
“I guess that’s true,” he laughs, though it sounds more like leaves being blown in the wind. “It’s just… I stopped believing in a Heaven so long ago. I figured that if one did actually exist, I wouldn’t ever see it.”
I say, “You loved who you loved.”
“Yes, I loved who I loved,” he says.
Then he asks, “Am I going to hell, Vergil?”
“Do you believe you’re going to hell, Daniel?”
“I don’t know,” he says, “I spent my entire life hearing that I would. I guess I’d be a little disappointed if I didn’t. All that time spent wondering when I ran away from home with Henry, worrying that I’d done something unforgivable.”
“There’s no such thing,” I tell him, “In the end, love is still love. I don’t think there’s anything more worthy of Heaven than a man who sacrifices for love.”
He can’t smile, but I feel as if he is, and as we near the pit at the heart of the Crossing, a deep sapphire light burning in its core, he lets go of my hand and drifts toward the edge.
“My daughter,” he says, “Does she… know about me?”
“She received a call this morning. She’s grieving, but she’ll be okay.”
“I became so… distant after Henry died,” he says, “I closed myself off from the world when she was still in college. I stopped accepting her calls. I wanted nothing to do with the world if he wasn’t there by my side. I just lied in bed and let the time take me. I was so selfish, Vergil.”
Then he says, “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know. I know everything about you, remember?”
He nods, then stares down into the light with apprehension. For an eternity he stands there, saying nothing, the world around him living and dying again and again.
He jumps.
“Are you God?” the little girl asks me. “No,” I tell her. “But I am dead like you.”
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by Joshua C. Pipkins
“Are you the devil?” The man asks me. His eyes are no longer eyes, but milk. "No," I say, "but I am dead like you."
“So I have died,” he says, and there's a hint of melancholy in his otherwise deadpan voice. His body is stiff and unmoving, caught against a collection of rocks at the edge of the stream. I plant my knees in the grass next to him.
“You are my guide,” he says.
“I am. My name is Vergil,” I say.
He falls silent, the water sparkling like stars against his skin. After several moments, he answers. “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know,” I tell him, “I know everything about you, Daniel.”
“Then take me,” he says, “I want to see my husband.”
A gust of wind blows through the meadow. Trees bend and rustle. The flowers whisper solemnly in my ears. I take his hand into my own, flesh and bone intertwined, and snatch the Shape from his body.
I lead him into the Crossing, where the pit awaits at the heart of the sea, vast mounds of colors falling and rising like time-struck mountains beneath our feet. “It’s beautiful,” he says as we walk. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
Then I ask him, “If you’d seen everything in life, what would be the mystery in death?”
“I guess that’s true,” he laughs, though it sounds more like leaves being blown in the wind. “It’s just… I stopped believing in a Heaven so long ago. I figured that if one did actually exist, I wouldn’t ever see it.”
I say, “You loved who you loved.”
“Yes, I loved who I loved,” he says.
Then he asks, “Am I going to hell, Vergil?”
“Do you believe you’re going to hell, Daniel?”
“I don’t know,” he says, “I spent my entire life hearing that I would. I guess I’d be a little disappointed if I didn’t. All that time spent wondering when I ran away from home with Henry, worrying that I’d done something unforgivable.”
“There’s no such thing,” I tell him, “In the end, love is still love. I don’t think there’s anything more worthy of Heaven than a man who sacrifices for love.”
He can’t smile, but I feel as if he is, and as we near the pit at the heart of the Crossing, a deep sapphire light burning in its core, he lets go of my hand and drifts toward the edge.
“My daughter,” he says, “Does she… know about me?”
“She received a call this morning. She’s grieving, but she’ll be okay.”
“I became so… distant after Henry died,” he says, “I closed myself off from the world when she was still in college. I stopped accepting her calls. I wanted nothing to do with the world if he wasn’t there by my side. I just lied in bed and let the time take me. I was so selfish, Vergil.”
Then he says, “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know. I know everything about you, remember?”
He nods, then stares down into the light with apprehension. For an eternity he stands there, saying nothing, the world around him living and dying again and again.
He jumps.
“Are you God?” the little girl asks me. “No,” I tell her. “But I am dead like you.”
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The Freely Eagle...
Oops Conditons Applied.
what's life ?
Happines today in journey, there might be a Sad turn tomorrow.
Slipped if on that turn, just stand smile and move ahead.
That's what a life for me.
Oblivious about what's gonna happen fews day ahead, was enjoying his journey of life fully.
Like a free fierce Eagle at high above the Limit less sky.
Boards were going on, and he was blindfolded by the next twist waiting for him.
Someone was waiting to gain his love, in the mid of his boards.
who..? Some call her/him Danger, Dead end, life threatening, etc. But the Common name was
Cancer. Yes!!!
Was unknown about it and flying high in his journery of life. That turn came, was encountered too.
The moment he got to know. His wings were cut, and the Eagle was Caged.
All the dreams, aims, were shattered.
Like all his hopes were slaughtered.
Was Broken, hurted, and lost all the hopes.
Bacause, he was still and Fierce Eagle; but wiith conditions applied,
Who used to jump and Run, was now caged where he can just walk.
Who dreamt of many things, but was caged because he wasn't able to do of his wish,
But still, he dealed with it. Accepted the long life inprisonment of conditions applied.
If not the aims and dreams hi choosed, then
He went by making new dreams of he can.
If not sports and physical activities anymore
He went with Pen as his Passion.
Not the Happiness he used to dream of
But by happiness of bringing best of his words.
Yeah, it's my life like a caged bird now,
But if are caged by conditions or sort of same. It isn't mean you can't fly anymore.
Have faith and believe in you, and just have a take off with the cage of conditions with you above the Sky.
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Oops Conditons Applied.
what's life ?
Happines today in journey, there might be a Sad turn tomorrow.
Slipped if on that turn, just stand smile and move ahead.
That's what a life for me.
Oblivious about what's gonna happen fews day ahead, was enjoying his journey of life fully.
Like a free fierce Eagle at high above the Limit less sky.
Boards were going on, and he was blindfolded by the next twist waiting for him.
Someone was waiting to gain his love, in the mid of his boards.
who..? Some call her/him Danger, Dead end, life threatening, etc. But the Common name was
Cancer. Yes!!!
Was unknown about it and flying high in his journery of life. That turn came, was encountered too.
The moment he got to know. His wings were cut, and the Eagle was Caged.
All the dreams, aims, were shattered.
Like all his hopes were slaughtered.
Was Broken, hurted, and lost all the hopes.
Bacause, he was still and Fierce Eagle; but wiith conditions applied,
Who used to jump and Run, was now caged where he can just walk.
Who dreamt of many things, but was caged because he wasn't able to do of his wish,
But still, he dealed with it. Accepted the long life inprisonment of conditions applied.
If not the aims and dreams hi choosed, then
He went by making new dreams of he can.
If not sports and physical activities anymore
He went with Pen as his Passion.
Not the Happiness he used to dream of
But by happiness of bringing best of his words.
Yeah, it's my life like a caged bird now,
But if are caged by conditions or sort of same. It isn't mean you can't fly anymore.
Have faith and believe in you, and just have a take off with the cage of conditions with you above the Sky.
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#review
#shortstory
@the_critpic_hunter
Author's note: I wrote this story as part of a challenge to write suspense-thriller-horror in 1000 words.
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his knees shaking like jelly. Then he faces his arch enemy, the door to his study room. Finneas's study room is located in the darkest part of the house, even in the day time there is no natural light here. Finneas stops right outside and looks over his shoulder, his whole being trembling with the fear of unknown. "Relax, you are just overreacting, there's nothing here." He solaces himself and pushes the door only half way through. The darkness inside the room overwhelms him and the courage in him dies, he couldn't tell if he is being coward or careful; afterall, those who are too brave die first in horror movies. He discards the thought and with trembling hands searches for the light switch in the darkness located right beside the gate. He makes it a point to not set a foot inside before light is turned on. He does it with such anxiety as though he has put his hand inside a hungry lion's mouth. He sighs audibly with relief when finally, he reaches the switch he wanted to turn on. His heart still hammering inside his chest he steps inside the room almost reluctantly, he avoids glancing at the mirror for the fear of finding anything around him that he couldn't bear to see. Finally, he starts studying almost simultaneously cursing his parents to have left him alone for a week and they are due to come only after two days. Hours pass, he forgets his fear and immerses himself in studying, the silence, the paranoia, everything is forgotten.
He almost falls backwards with his chair on the sound of a loud crack coming from the cupboard that sits beside his table. He holds his heart, racing faster than any F1 car, his lungs contract. With bated breath he looks apprehensively towards the cupboard for a while, no other sound issues. "Old cupboard are like that, it could be a r-rat o-o-o-or could be wood cracking, t-t-that happens with old wood all t-too often" he talks loudly with himself trying to suppress the silence lingering after the loud noise. The lights go out, there is nothing else left to do, his legs shiver and he runs but where!? The door is locked, he bangs on the door, pushes and pulls but it's hopelessly shut.
“Going somewhere?" The voice asks him from behind, but how!? He was alone in the room, in the house! He looks behind him, terror clutching at his insides like a fist of steel. His knees give out when he sees a broad figure standing in front of him, the scar on her face glinting like lava in the dark. "Please. I'm sorry," he begs "I didn't know....." his voice trembles. "I begged you same way."
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Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his knees shaking like jelly. Then he faces his arch enemy, the door to his study room. Finneas's study room is located in the darkest part of the house, even in the day time there is no natural light here. Finneas stops right outside and looks over his shoulder, his whole being trembling with the fear of unknown. "Relax, you are just overreacting, there's nothing here." He solaces himself and pushes the door only half way through. The darkness inside the room overwhelms him and the courage in him dies, he couldn't tell if he is being coward or careful; afterall, those who are too brave die first in horror movies. He discards the thought and with trembling hands searches for the light switch in the darkness located right beside the gate. He makes it a point to not set a foot inside before light is turned on. He does it with such anxiety as though he has put his hand inside a hungry lion's mouth. He sighs audibly with relief when finally, he reaches the switch he wanted to turn on. His heart still hammering inside his chest he steps inside the room almost reluctantly, he avoids glancing at the mirror for the fear of finding anything around him that he couldn't bear to see. Finally, he starts studying almost simultaneously cursing his parents to have left him alone for a week and they are due to come only after two days. Hours pass, he forgets his fear and immerses himself in studying, the silence, the paranoia, everything is forgotten.
He almost falls backwards with his chair on the sound of a loud crack coming from the cupboard that sits beside his table. He holds his heart, racing faster than any F1 car, his lungs contract. With bated breath he looks apprehensively towards the cupboard for a while, no other sound issues. "Old cupboard are like that, it could be a r-rat o-o-o-or could be wood cracking, t-t-that happens with old wood all t-too often" he talks loudly with himself trying to suppress the silence lingering after the loud noise. The lights go out, there is nothing else left to do, his legs shiver and he runs but where!? The door is locked, he bangs on the door, pushes and pulls but it's hopelessly shut.
“Going somewhere?" The voice asks him from behind, but how!? He was alone in the room, in the house! He looks behind him, terror clutching at his insides like a fist of steel. His knees give out when he sees a broad figure standing in front of him, the scar on her face glinting like lava in the dark. "Please. I'm sorry," he begs "I didn't know....." his voice trembles. "I begged you same way."
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